Lyrics Years of Lead - JJ Demon
Feds
at
the
gate
Snake
on
the
sword
Arms
for
the
poor
Take
what
is
yours
Lead
in
the
paint
Clip
full
of
lead
The
dead
in
the
way
Script
full
of
death
Take
what
the
kept
At
seventeen
they
had
me
in
the
county
with
the
big
boys
Let
me
say
that
I
only
met
my
father
once
but
he
told
me
find
something
you'll
be
great
at
A
robbery
that
had
the
cops
up
in
the
high
school
gunning
with
the
task
force
Guess
I
had
the
right
idea
Nowadays
I
focus
on
the
ones
that
ask
for
it
Fenian
Armalite
is
in
the
Honda
almost
hit
the
median
Class
war
up
in
the
streets
speeding
up
your
karma
We
got
the
ingredients
Take
it
up
another
gradient
And
them
grenades
save
them
for
the
greediest
We're
growing
beards
waiting
for
the
trickle
Got
us
thinking
something
more
immediate
And
when
we
talk
about
the
shootings
now
it's
got
a
revolutionary
reasoning
Chopper
copping
out
the
trunk
space
Welcome
to
the
Season
of
the
Balaclava
You
all
propaganda
with
the
pump
fake
And
the
prison
is
my
only
alma
mater
And
I'm
nodding
out
up
in
the
drunk
tank
It's
the
poverty
that
made
us
homicidal
An
event
to
talk
about
it
one
day
May
the
rich
become
unsafe
Heaven
protect
us
from
men
who
live
the
illusion
of
danger
May
the
rich
become
unsafe
Kneel
and
pray
to
my
gunsafe
My
comrades
took
a
blood
oath
Your
comrades
need
a
blood
bank
In
North
Philly
smoking
love
boat
until
we
found
a
cause
for
that
gunplay
And
it's
RIP
to
my
gung
ho's
never
coming
home
It
took
one
taste
Yeah
they
trying
to
do
me
like
I'm
Trumbo
Blow
the
trombone.
With
the
elephant
gun
and
You
know
I'm
always
going
Dumbo
Tell
me
how
fast
can
a
skeleton
run?
Is
there
a
line
from
me
being
a
felon
to
when
the
twin
towers
fell
in
'01?
When
I
was
my
daughter's
age
I
was
only
two
years
away
from
a
Felony
One
And
I'm
wondering
if
this
is
the
type
of
shit
I
should
be
telling
my
son
I
never
thought
that
it
would
happen
to
me
I
never
thought
that
it
would
happen
to
me
You
never
think
that
it'll
happen
to
you
Oblivion
is
where
the
tragedy
sleeps
They
raided
Dom
he
had
my
gat
in
his
room
He
kept
it
quiet
almost
passionately
He
ate
the
charges
with
a
fork
and
a
spoon
He
could
have
walked
if
he'd
have
ratted
on
me
To
say
my
heart
endured
a
torturous
wound
I
got
the
call
and
I
collapsed
to
my
knees
That
morning
I
became
a
corpse
in
the
room
Back
to
the
needle
it
was
natural
to
me
My
brother
died
I
was
the
fortunate
son
I'm
in
the
beater
with
the
ratchet
on
me
Revenge
is
all
that's
now
important
I've
come
to
massacre
the
driver
through
the
passenger
seat
Woke
up
hours
later
in
the
hospital
I
had
just
badly
OD'd
Chopper
copping
out
the
trunk
space
Welcome
to
the
Season
of
the
Balaclava
You
all
propaganda
with
the
pump
fake
And
the
prison
is
my
only
alma
mater
And
I'm
nodding
out
up
in
the
drunk
tank
It's
the
poverty
that
made
us
homicidal
An
event
to
talk
about
it
one
day
May
the
rich
become
unsafe
May
the
rich
become
unsafe
May
the
rich
become
unsafe
May
the
rich
become
unsafe
And
may
our
cliques
become
one
gang
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